As Grumpy As She Ever Gets

[therewerefifty]

Who: Makie
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Twin Roses, Iskaulit
When: 3rd Sept

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[Makie hardly left her room before she fell asleep in it, after Calibrations.  She shuffles out now, though, sleepy and a little unsteady, which is all the giveaway for her to realise she's overslept again.  Seems to be a habit.  She makes herself a cup of tea, checks on her belongings to make sure they don't need maintenance.  When she finds out how much time has passed from her crew, well... that's enough for her to finally leave the ship.  Even mopey depressives can feel the need to stretch their legs.

She'll visit the gardens, check on the memory tree.  And finally, she finds the swimming pool.  Because it happens to have set up shop in the place she used to go to practice in private.  Huh. 

Well, nobody can complain about her swimming now, can they?  One small problem, though...]

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I'm looking for someone to teach me how to swim.  In exchange, I offer lessons either in music or swordsmanship.

[Take your pick.  There isn't likely to be a flood here; no children to save from the water.  But she'll return to Adstring eventually, won't she?]

Have I missed anything important...?

[Action] Complaint #3, Referendum A1

[brothersboots]

Who: Edna and others
Broadcast: No
Action: The Blameless and the Iskaulit
When: 9/3-9/7

The Blameless, 9/3

[After so many months on the ship with her brother and the humans that seemed to come and go as they pleased, Edna's gotten used to people who can see her. She knows that she still doesn't show up well on the communicators because they just don't have any resonance, but that doesn't matter to her one bit. It's much more interesting to be the disembodied voice over the little machines in her opinion.

Since Calibrations, the fact that she's so far from Rayfalke after spending nearly her entire life on the mountainside has left her feeling listless. The last system didn't help with its distinct lack of anything truly natural on the planet's surface. Jobs on the farms with Sorey helped, but she's just not that easily satisfied. She never has been, if you ask Eizen or Zaveid.

Her slow-building irritation isn't helped by the disruption being put off by the newer system they approach. If anything, it's worsened. And where she would normally walk around silently, moving between her room with her small collection of things from her friends and the Atroma, the personnel office that makes up her "duties",and the ship's kitchen. As the days drag on, her footsteps grow heavier, shaking the ship's floor for yards around her.]

Move. You're in the way. [Manners are overrated. Sorry, shipmates.]

The Iskaulit, 9/4

[She can't stand the ships and the confinement and the lack of fresh air. And so she's taken a shuttle to the Iskaulit to find an area to stretch her legs. She'd offered to help that Hawke woman with her strange sage-like herb, but she hasn't started yet with the irritation in the air as of late.

She stops when she reaches an area that's open and bare. It's big enough for her to let out all of her frustration on. Honestly, it's perfect. She removes her communicator from the pouch she's taken to carrying and sends out two identical texts to Mikleo and Eizen. "I'm on the Iskaulit. Come to the big open area on the other side of the ship from Malum." Then she prepares to wait.]

The Iskaulit, 9/7

[Anyone visiting the large ship over the last three days will not have missed all of the noise coming from this previously abandoned area and should they arrive, they'll find the small Earth Seraph staring at the scene of chaos with a sort of half-pleased smile on her face.

Until she's interrupted by someone she doesn't immediately know.]

Do you need help with something?

[Open] Fuck superstitions tbh.

[padadin]

Who: Shiro and you!
Broadcast: Nope, but you can still reach him through the communicator if you want.
Action: On the planet + the asteroid field.
When: First two weeks of the month, before metaplot hits us.
This got longer than I expected, sorry for all the cuts!

A. The fortune tellers

( Please help him before he snaps... )

B. Exploring + zip-lining

( Does this guy never get tired? )

C. Job: bodyguard (bar area)

( Hope you have a multipass! )

D. Astronomy

( SPAAAAAAACE! )

E. Asteroid field

( Look, Keith isn't the only daredevil, alright, he's just better at hiding it. )

F. Stargazing - closed to Kate

( This is NOT a date, shut up, Lance )

Tourist September Mingle!

[edwinjarvis]

Who: SS Tourist guests and crew!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: The SS Tourist, of course.
When: The month of September!

I haven't done one of these in a while, forgive me for my sins.

Tea Leaves and card readings

[english_dignity]

Who: Arthur and you
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Platetside, in the city
When: Sept 4th-15th

Shopping
[As a habitual practitioner of magic, Arthur couldn't really pass up the opportunity to get some supplies after finding out just what sorts of things one could buy in these markets. So his hands quickly filled up with bags containing crystals, amulets, and a few different decks of their own style of fortune telling cards. So what if their cost took a big chunk out of his savings thus far, he had spells to do!]

Fortune Telling
[It might not have been his specialty, but the nation was certain that no fortune telling via computer algorithm could possibly be accurate. Magic wasn't done by computers. Ridiculous.

And it didn't take a specialist either to spot the business opportunity provided.

A sign outside promised 'ancient and exotic fortunes,' the scent of tea constantly drifting out from the booth he'd rented for the duration of their stay. Technically, it wasn't a lie. He was ancient compared to most, and England was certainly exotic this far from Earth.]

A promise made is a promise kept. Even... weird ones.

[bythewaves]

Who: Maglor and you
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Huntress
When: Now

[ The video flips on to Maglor carefully setting his communicator down. He waves at the camera. ]

This is for Vash.

[ He tells everyone cheerfully and then backs away, gesturing behind him, to where a vuvuzela sits calmly on a table. Nothing special to see here. He walks away, from the communicator, picks up the vuvuzela, and then the shappy mop of pink on the table, that turns out to be a wig. He straps that to the vuvuzela, comes back and picks up the communicator, and starts to walk ]

As requested, we are conducting an experiment, to see if the wig stays on.

[ He stops by the airlock, where there is a bit of fumbling around, and then the vuvuzela, complete with wig, is shown drifting off into space. The communicator stays on it until it's vanished into the distance. And then Maglor turns around, and you can hear him sigh.

The same vuvuzela, complete with wig, is lying on the floor behind him ]

And now we know.

[ CLICK. Yes. That's literally the entire reason for this post. Blame Vash. ]